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having our fun, smoking out the day
lite another bowl, pass it my way take another drag, hold on to it tight bowl after bowl, there goes the night fight after fight, we live each day struggle to survive, making our way through each night, we live our life running around the cause of our strife green to brown, we tred the black just pack the bowl, don't let it slack
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